forum O/O (That 'tis closeth)

Started November 05, 2019 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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"I never thought they would be." Ira smiled softly, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Though, you on the other hand…" She teased, poking his nose when she pulled away. "I love you."

"What is that supposed to mean," he chuckled, getting out the car. "I love you too."

"I'd ask you to carry me, but I don't really actually want you to." She sighed, getting out on her side.

"Why not, it'd be fun to carry you." he locked the door and pulled her close.

"Because I don't want your mom to see." She mumbled, burying her face into his chest. "She'd laugh…"

"Well, depends on what way I carry you," he kissed the top of her head.

She bit her lower lip, and traced his chest with her index finger. "Then maybe…" She mumbled, sliding her arms around his neck.

(Gtg to bed,,,,, night~ <3)

"How would my princess like to be carried?" he connected their lips with a small smile.

She stood on her toes, and kissed back for a moment before pulling away. "Whatever way your mother won't role her eyes at me."

He kneeled down in front of her. "Get on." he smiled.

She sucked in a deep breath, and climbed onto his back. "I swear, if she laughs I'm going to be super flustered." She mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “Mother I’m home!”
“Hey! Why is she on your back?” She raised an eyebrow.
“She wanted me to carry her. Do you have a yukata for her?” He asked.

"A yuka-what?" She whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder. She wasn't sure she wanted to find out, whatever it is.

“Yeah, I have one in my closet upstairs. Ask your sister’s to help put it on.” Raven nodded and walked her upstairs. “A yukata is a clothing piece traditionally worn by girls at festival.”

"Oh- I almost forgot about that." She laughed lightly, twirling a strand of his hair around her finger. "What's it look like?" Ira hummed, relaxing onto his back.

“You’ll see. Hey, can you help her on a yukata?” He asked his sisters.
“I can’t wait!” The dragged her into the room and slid the door shut.

Ira had looked back to Raven, wanting to object. But his sisters had already pulled her in the room. With a sigh, she watched the younger girls drag her along. "You guys seem excited."

“You’ll look so beautiful!” They laid out clothes with different patterns on them. “Which one do you like the most?”

Ira looked at each of them, studying them. As she came to the last one, she pointed to a navy blue one with white flowers. "That one, it's gorgeous." She said in awe, a slight smile on her lips.

“Alright, now you have to strip so we can put it on you.” Jessica clapped her hands and unfolded the yukata. “All you need on it your bra and underwear right now.

Her face flushed lightly, and bit her lip. "Eheh, you sure?" Ira questioned, not wanting them to ask questions about her scars… and other things.

“Yup!” She smiled. “It’ll be quick. Even if you do have deformities it doesn’t matter. We don’t really care about what’s on the outside.”

Ira nodded softly. "Alright, if you're sure." She mumbled before stripping down to her under clothes.

“Okay, stick you’re arms out.” She opened the Yukata and started to drape it around Ira. “Once I’m done with this, Kiki can help you with hair.”

Ira nodded softly, stretching her decently muscled arms out. "Sounds like a plan." Letting a smile pull on her lips, she spoke clearly.

“Wow, you are ripped!” She felt one of her muscles. “S-Sorry!” She finished wrapping the waist and making sure the yukata was placed correctly.

Ira laughed, looking at the girl. "It's OK, I don't mind." And if she was being honest, she actually kind of liked her reaction. It was silly, but it was a confidence booster, majorly.

He hesitated before touching them again. “So cool!” She admired her arms. “Back on track. Kiki!” She yelled. Kiki came over and pointed the chair for Ira to sit in.

Ira obediently made her way over to the chair, sitting down. "What are you planning on doing to my hair?" She asked, pulling the hair tie out and letting her hair fall out over her shoulders.

“Just a bun. You’ll see,” she smiled. Once she finish the bun she clapped. “So? What do you think?”